[Half my heart, he doesn't say; though anxious worry has made him incautious this far it hasn't robbed him entirely of his senses.]

Some of our templars went out on a mission--an escort to Tevinter; I've a good friend among them--we keep in touch. They didn't expect any trouble, but--I've not heard back from him for days, now. [Too long.] Anything might have come up, I know--it may not be anything--

[But a fear he can't shake, rooted in childhood terrors of what lurked across the Silent Plains to Hasmal's north, of the danger that rode out of Tevinter to snatch up unwary elves to carry them off to their doom--that screams otherwise.]